If you feel like capturing your own private postcard scene,
you have to climb upstairs and to nest in the yellow tower there on the right.
The little window hidden in the red roof tiles is open.
It’s such a mild October, which opens its soft golden arms to welcome us.
At night the only sound is the song of the river, which is amplified by a small dam.
So loud... before getting used to it, as an invisible train running round incessantly.